ESTEEM, ME?

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    ESTEEM, ME?

    Self-esteem
    Can I borrow some of yours
    I haven't been able to find mine
    Think mom took it with her
    By accident I'm sure
    But yours should help
    At least 'til I acquire some of my own

    Laying awake at night
    Awakened by my own tears
    Tears flowing from my heart
    Feeling nothing but alone
    Loneliness surrounds me
    Mistakes of the past are my blanket
    My mother's love my pillow on which my tears fall
    The scriptures held in memory
    As a dull pocket knife
    Make me hold and squeeze tighter
    The pillow of mom's love.

    LOVE TAINTED AND UNQUENCHED
    LOVE FULL AND EVEN NOW OVERFLOWING

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    When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

    John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

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